A Call to Character: A Family Treasury of Stories, Poems, by Colin Greer, Herbert Kohl

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Well, I'm less poor this evening than I was this morning," he said with a snort. " "Of course you didn't have any gold stashed in his castle either," she said pointedly. He shrugged. "I wasn't completely without a thought for the future. I could have set aside more, I suppose, but I never planned to need it. My cache certainly wasn't enough to make me rich. " "Aye, and it will likely get us murdered on the side of the road," he said with a grimace. "Cheer up," she said. " He looked at her silently for a moment or two, then smiled.

By the saints, the woman was fascinating. Not only was she looking more beautiful to him by the heartbeat, but she could read. Perhaps she had learned that in the Future as well. By the saints, he could scarce fathom such a thing as a body traveling from another time. But he could fathom her in his bed, next to him at supper and bearing him a dozen children with riotous hair and eyes so blue they would hurt a man to look in them. And if he could hope for the latter, perhaps he could believe the former.

She pointed a finger at him. " "Well, I'm less poor this evening than I was this morning," he said with a snort. " "Of course you didn't have any gold stashed in his castle either," she said pointedly. He shrugged. "I wasn't completely without a thought for the future. I could have set aside more, I suppose, but I never planned to need it. My cache certainly wasn't enough to make me rich. " "Aye, and it will likely get us murdered on the side of the road," he said with a grimace. "Cheer up," she said.